Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

Chapter 337 Dual Personality: I want to be your toy (17)

Yan Wan shouted, "I promise, I promise!"

squeak--

The screeching brake sounded.

The car stopped alone on the bridge, and Yan Wan was pushed down with his slender white hands.

Cheng Anyan moved from the passenger seat to the driver's seat, lowered the window, and smiled at him, "If you don't go to the company tomorrow, remember not to disturb me."

Yan Wan gritted his teeth.

Seeing the car whizzing past in front of him, he was so angry that he wanted to jump off the bridge.

Just a few breaths later, there was lightning and thunder, and heavy rain poured down.

Yan Wan was soaked instantly and could only find a place to hide from the rain in a panic.

The wipers kept swinging, and the thick water curtain on the glass poured down layer by layer, sometimes blurry, sometimes clear, reflecting the car lights and street lights outside, rendering the blurred scenery.

Cheng Anyan stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, not knowing what he was thinking. His face was horribly cold, and the corners of his beautiful lips were tightly pressed into a cold straight line.

The memory of Mu Qing's last look at him kept replaying in her mind. Those dark and beautiful eyes were very cold, calm and waveless at that time, as if nothing had been put into her eyes.

Cheng Anyan's eyes revealed a bit of panic. The scenery outside the glass became very blurry, and harsh brakes and screams sounded one after another around him.

He reacted and quickly turned the steering wheel.

"Bang—" There was a loud noise.

Cheng Anyan's head hit the steering wheel, bright red blood dripping downwards, and countless tiny insects seemed to fly into his ear holes at the same time, buzzing and spreading their wings.

Cheng Anyan slowly raised his head, white light flashing in front of his eyes. It took him a while to see clearly that he had hit a tree in front of him.

Someone was patting the car window nearby.

"Hey are you okay?"

Cheng Anyan shook his head, with an impatient look on his face, turned the steering wheel and reversed the car. The car returned to the right road and continued to drive forward, this time at a much slower speed.

"Ding dong ding dong..."

The doorbell rang quickly.

Warm lights are on in the living room, and violent wind and rain are outside the window. This villa is separated from the wind and rain, quiet and warm.

Mu Qing walked over and opened the door unhurriedly.

open the door.

Cheng Anyan was soaked all over, very embarrassed, and couldn't stop shivering from the cold. His wet hair stuck to his forehead, and the rain mixed with blood, sliding down his beautiful side face. The bright red blood contrasted with the pale skin, shocking.

Mu Qing looked at him coldly.

Cheng Anyan was shivering from the cold, biting his lower lip gently, his misty eyes were endearing, "Aren't you angry, are you? But that was a good thing he did, what does it have to do with me?"

Mu Qing pinched his chin without mercy.

Cheng Anyan frowned in pain, but his eyes began to shine.

Mu Qing's voice was so calm that there was no fluctuation. Listening carefully, there was a chill in it, "You said you provoked me before, not because you wanted me to treat you well, then what are you trying to do?"

Cheng Anyan blinked her eyelashes lightly, feeling that at this moment, this question could not be answered casually. If he still fooled her with the same attitude as before, she might not be willing to play with him next time.

I don’t know why, but I just have this premonition.

After thinking for a second, he held Mu Qing's wrist, put it to his lips, and kissed her fingertips. His eyes were filled with mist and his cheeks were slightly red, "I..."

Mu Qing suddenly took her hand out of his, and with his confused eyes, she picked him up and walked into the house. She kicked the door shut and said, "I'll answer it after I think about it."

Cheng Anyan pursed his lips and said nothing.

Mu Qing took him upstairs, put in hot water and gave him a bath.

Like last time, the movements were very detailed and gentle.

Mu Qing pinched his chin and forced him to turn his head. With his other hand, he gently lifted his hair to reveal the bruise on his forehead. He took a wet wipe and wiped the blood around the wound.

A subtle pain came.

Cheng Anyan's breathing gradually became heavier, and a bright color appeared on the tip of his ear. He looked at Mu Qing dreamingly, and couldn't help it any longer, so he leaned over to kiss her.

Mu Qing pinched his chin and controlled the distance between the two of them, "Be calm."

Cheng Anyan was a little disappointed.

Mu Qing took him out of the bathtub, wiped his body clean, and put him in pajamas. He was calm from the beginning to the end, letting her play around like a well-behaved toy.

When he came outside, Mu Qing put him on the carpet, found the medical box and brought it over.

She sat on the sofa, holding an iodophor swab and wound medicine, "Come here."

Cheng Anyan knelt down on the carpet, rubbed in front of her, held her knees with his hands, raised his head, and brought the wound to her hand.

Mu Qing disinfected him, applied medicine, bandaged him, threw away the cotton swabs and gauze, and closed the medical box.

Cheng Anyan lay obediently on her knees, like a gentle and harmless cat, with a blush spreading at the end of his eyes and confusion in his eyes, "Can I answer that question now?"

Mu Qing stared at him without saying a word.

"...I want to be your toy." The man licked the corners of his red lips, his eyes shining with shyness and excitement, "After I left the banquet that day, I woke up and recalled what happened between you and him over and over again. I don’t know why, so I came here..."

Mu Qing raised her knees, put her feet on his chest, and kicked him away.

Cheng Anyan fell on the carpet and looked at her confused and aggrieved, "Are you not satisfied with this answer?"

Mu Qing looked away casually, "What kind of toy do you want to make? One, make it my favorite toy, I will treasure it and hide it, treat it well, no one else can see it, touch it, or hurt it, the other one..."

She looked at Cheng Anyan, her eyes full of aggressiveness like a wild beast, "You can be summoned by me, you can be gone as soon as you are summoned, or you can be played to death by me, which one do you choose?"

Cheng Anyan's body was filled with chills.

But as a person, the more fear and pain he felt, the more excited he became.

He hesitated, swallowed, crawled over on his knees, and came to her legs again. Mu Qing leaned back, and his thin white fingers touched her knees, thighs, to the waistband of her pants, and pulled down.